When Spring Meets Winter
They Kiss, In Colors, In Light,
And Melting Water
But I am Thinking
Early Spring, Listening for
The Crane’s First Calling
Seeking the First Buds
On Bare Tree Limbs, and All the
Day’s Green Potential
Long Curve, Snowy Road
Motorcycle Daydreaming
Leaning in My Car
Winter’s first snow fall
The first motorcycle ride,
Delight, every year